...Mobilize the masses to save themselves

The Yi Cang is empty and a major disaster is coming. Huang Junming felt a headache when he thought about these two points. Once the major disaster comes, officials may not be in trouble, and aristocratic families may not be in trouble. But the poor people and the entire Taoism may be troubled.

Fortunately, the administration of officials was pretty good during the Zhenguan period. No matter how much the officials said, they could not ignore the people. However, the charity warehouse had no grain, and the government would be powerless even if they were willing. As for the aristocratic families? Haha, no matter whether you are dead or alive, you have enough food and clothing at home. This is what the aristocratic families want. Perhaps the aristocratic families may also find more than a dozen loads of loads from the granary, and more than twenty loads of grain to help the victims. Then they will buy the fields of farmers who cannot live. Farmers without fields will naturally lose their needs for life and can only sell themselves as slaves "thank God" to the end... In the end, the aristocratic families will still benefit, and the farmers will still suffer.

As for Taoism, the development of the past year has already caused Taoism to ban the status of Buddhism in the hearts of the people and is more rooted in the public. Although the interactions with people in this upper class are also very good, based on the people means prospering and losing with the general public. Besides, a year ago, I had already issued a message to help the people get rid of major disasters. If the disaster comes, the relief cannot keep up. That would be a big joke.

"Yanlin." Huang Junming shouted in a deep voice. "Notify the Taoists outside to buy grain based on the local Taoist temples and collect as much as possible. The price is more expensive than to ensure that the Taoist temples in various places have enough food to deal with the disaster. Henan Road and Hebei Road can be transported out of the country. Everything is good to greet the local government. Chen Ming is very good and asks the government and the local lords to supervise the amount and use of the grain. Promise the government. If the disaster year is stable, the remaining grain will be presented to the local charity warehouse. The Taoist temple will not be collected." Huang Junming thought about it for a while before he said these words.

"But Master." Ge Yanlin's tone was a little confused. "It costs a lot of money to collect grain like this. Why do you have to promise the government that the remaining grain will be donated to the local granary after the disaster?"

"Money is not a problem!" Huang Junming waved his hand with a generous wealth. "Now our Taoist sect is in full bloom, and the big and small Taoist temples are almost as rich as oil. Besides, buying grain to help the victims is a matter of benefiting the public, and it can also be said to be another manifestation of social welfare. In this way, the price of grain and how much it costs is only a matter of quantity. You can also show the income of our Tianxian Palace in the second half of last year. Just the money of our first palace is enough to support the grain of Henan Road or half of Hebei Road. The people near Chang'an are generally rich, so our Tianxian Palace can only leave enough operating costs. Others. If you want to make food, transport it to poor counties in Henan Road or Hebei Road first."

Huang Junming took a short breath and then said, "As for why he promised to offer the remaining grain to the charity warehouse after disaster relief, this is politics. The bulk of grain is never under the direct control of the government in Taoism. Besides, we can only eat enough for Taoist priests. What's the use of so much food? It's just a little more trouble."

"Thank you Master, I understand, I understand." Ge Yanlin didn't know if he really understood it. Or was he planning to directly implement Huang Junming's idea. But before he could turn around and leave, he suddenly thought of something and asked Huang Junming for instructions: "Master, what should I do if this Henan Road and Hebei Road did not raise enough food when the disaster came?"

Ge Yanlin's question made Huang Junming silent again. Yes, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm afraid of one. What should I do if a major disaster cannot raise enough food? Huang Junming wished to grab all his hair. In modern times, how could he use it to think about this? When he came to the Tang Dynasty, he became obviously clear from modern times. He was getting tired and became less and less free. He had to think about everything himself and consider gains and losses. Whenever he thought of these questions one after another, Huang Junming was really depressed.

"Huh..." Huang Junming calmed down slightly and breathed out a breath of turbid air. He said helplessly: "Yanlin, go find some eloquent Taoists and let them go to the two missionaries of Henan and Hebei. The focus is on asking for help from others rather than asking for others, and helping each other. If you can't get food, you can only let the people save themselves or help each other." Huang Junming's words were squeezed out of his mind.

Let the people initiate self-rescue. No matter how much it is, Huang Junming wants to do, it can even be said that only when the end of his life can the government play this role. It’s just that the government will not tell you to save yourself or ask you to help each other, but will just leave the matter to fate.

In Huang Junming's view, this is also the last solution. Fortunately, the trajectory of history is very different from the original artistic conception. At least last year, most people accumulated a large part of the grain. Even the people on Henan and Hebei roads still had some food. If everyone saves it, they should be able to get through it, right? Huang Junming thought to himself as if he comforted him.

"Master..." Ge Yanlin dragged his long voice and seemed to ask something more, but when he saw Huang Junming's face was gloomy, he still stopped, but he stared at Huang Junming tightly, as if he wanted Huang Junming to ask on his own initiative.

But Huang Junming was very upset now, and he was not interested in saying anything. Seeing Ge Yanlin standing in front of him like a telephone pole, he waved impatiently: "Go down, finish what you should do. Why don't you go quickly!" But the last few words were biting and uttering heavily. Ge Yanlin jumped and turned around and arranged for people to go.

As soon as Ge Yanlin left, the hall immediately became quiet again. Huang Junming was on the cushion and could not calm down for a long time. He could even say that he was a little irritable. He turned his head and picked up Daocang beside him and looked through two or three pages. He felt a little tired. He threw it aside and picked up Li Chunfeng's astrological book. This time he didn't even want to flip the book. He picked up a stack of books in diameter and placed it on the bookshelf not far behind him. He took off his Taoist robe and only wore a tunic and went to bed to rest... Today's first chapter. I didn't want to stop updating in February, I didn't want to stop updating, but I was very sleepy. I was very sleepy. I was very sleepy. I wrote it in a daze. If I finished writing, I passed it on, and I couldn't finish it... Then I couldn't finish it. Anyway, the character of the Southwest has been so low that it was so low.
Chapter completed!